Today was good. I dressed up as evil Pippi Longstocking. I wore it to school, work, and Zoar's Fall Festival. Only the adults could guess what I was. Nobody below the age of 30, with the exception of Tyler, who is 14, could figure it out. They all thought I was a witch. Uh, hello? No hat. And braided pigtails. Duh. I thought it was obvious. But
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